More songs by Pastora Soler
Description
There are habits that even years don't break - staying silent when you need to speak, and speaking when it's already too late. This is how relationships are built where love is on autopilot: kisses scheduled, "everything's fine" by the alarm clock. Until one day it turns out that the house is quiet not because there is peace, but because it is empty.
And only then do all the "should have beens" come – the words, touches, glances that remained just a draft. Time is running out, as always, and it's simply terrifying to think that you could have hugged and didn't. And somewhere between regret and tenderness, a simple truth rings out: you should appreciate not after, but while they are still by your side.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tenemos la mala costumbre de querer a medias,
de no mostrar lo que sentimos a los que están cerca,
tenemos la mala costumbre de echar en falta lo que amamos,
sólo cuando lo perdemos es cuando añoramos.
Tenemos la mala costumbre de perder el tiempo,
buscando tantas metas falsas tantos falsos sueños,
tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Tenemos la mala costumbre de buscar excusas,
para no desnudar el alma y no asumir culpas
tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Tenéis la mala costumbre.
English translation
We have the bad habit of loving halfway,
of not showing what we feel to those who are close,
We have a bad habit of missing what we love,
It is only when we lose it that we long.
We have a bad habit of wasting time,
looking for so many false goals, so many false dreams,
We have a bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
and only then do you realize how many things there are left over.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes didn't give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes didn't give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
We have a bad habit of looking for excuses,
so as not to bare the soul and not assume blame
We have a bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
and only then do you realize how many things there are left over.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes didn't give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes didn't give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
You have a bad habit.